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Kame only gave it a moment's thought before shaking her head slightly. "Thank you for the offer but I'll be fine sir." She reached down towards the weights she'd dropped earlier and reclipped them onto her body before opening her dorm room. She lived humbly and all of her belongings could easily be carried in her arms save for the set of armour she'd inherited. Although Kame disliked wearing it, there seemed to be no other way to transport it - she was not about to let another person carry it around. Kame traced her fingers over the chestplate for a moment, not sure of where to start.
She had actually never worn it save for the time she'd applied to the academy and that time she'd had her mother and brother to help her with the numerous straps. As morbid as it was, Kame's best bet was to remember the process she undertook to remove the armour from her slain father and reverse it in her mind. A few uncomfortable moments followed where she squeezed into the chestplate and tied the bracers on. The leather strips were hard to tie over her weights but she managed, though a few of the strings were placed questionably. The helmet could be carried with her clothes and various supplements.
As Kame turned to leave her dorm room, she couldn't help but pause to give it one last look. Now cleaned out of everything she owned, it would have seen like any other dorm to others. To Kame however, it'd always be unique due to the five years worth of memories she'd had in room #347. Five years of pouring sweat over the wooden boards, rehearsing a particularly difficult kido incantation and more - she almost wished she had someone to share the feeling with. Her moment of reflection over, Kame shut the door to her previous life and turned to face her captain, ready to follow along as he lead the way.
She didn't mind his warning of the 12th division. Being ostracized for looking normal wouldn't be much different from being looked down upon for originating from the poorer districts of Rukongai. In fact, the idea of the role-reversal between the normal souls and the strange was quite funny to her. "Right behind you sir." Still, Kame had to wonder what her new comrades would look like. Mutated with syringes in their backs? Disfigured from a chemical explosion? Kame herself looked as if she'd applied to the 11th division but surely not everyone in the 12th division would be that different, would they?
She had actually never worn it save for the time she'd applied to the academy and that time she'd had her mother and brother to help her with the numerous straps. As morbid as it was, Kame's best bet was to remember the process she undertook to remove the armour from her slain father and reverse it in her mind. A few uncomfortable moments followed where she squeezed into the chestplate and tied the bracers on. The leather strips were hard to tie over her weights but she managed, though a few of the strings were placed questionably. The helmet could be carried with her clothes and various supplements.
As Kame turned to leave her dorm room, she couldn't help but pause to give it one last look. Now cleaned out of everything she owned, it would have seen like any other dorm to others. To Kame however, it'd always be unique due to the five years worth of memories she'd had in room #347. Five years of pouring sweat over the wooden boards, rehearsing a particularly difficult kido incantation and more - she almost wished she had someone to share the feeling with. Her moment of reflection over, Kame shut the door to her previous life and turned to face her captain, ready to follow along as he lead the way.
She didn't mind his warning of the 12th division. Being ostracized for looking normal wouldn't be much different from being looked down upon for originating from the poorer districts of Rukongai. In fact, the idea of the role-reversal between the normal souls and the strange was quite funny to her. "Right behind you sir." Still, Kame had to wonder what her new comrades would look like. Mutated with syringes in their backs? Disfigured from a chemical explosion? Kame herself looked as if she'd applied to the 11th division but surely not everyone in the 12th division would be that different, would they?